How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 110

 

“Hwuuu…”

 

The distant sound of someone sobbing echoed familiarly.

 

Was a banshee crying again?

 

The voices that sounded were quite a bit different from one, though.

 

“Hwuuuuu…”

 

“You can stop.”

 

Oh, was it just a dream?

 

A dark room slowly became clearer. I’d seen this room before.

 

As the darkness surrounding me gradually ebbed away, I saw a woman crying, standing in front of a balcony and rubbing the heel of her palm against her chest. A man was moving closer to her.

 

I couldn’t see their faces, but a strange sense of familiarity washed over me. The thought of having met this couple somewhere else passed me by.

 

Oh, that’s right. I had had a dream like this once before.

 

Yes, in another place, at another time, that woman had been smiling wickedly, and that man…

 

“Isn’t it time you stopped with the bad acting?”

 

The woman quit her wailing. “What if I don’t want to?”

 

“Ah, you’re really driving me crazy.”

 

“As expected, it doesn’t work on you,” I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the woman sneering. “You’re so annoying, you know that, right?”

 

The sadness ailing her vanished in an instant, something menacing gracing her features instead. I still couldn’t see what she looked like, but I felt the aggression dripping from her echoing and settling in my bones.

 

The man looming over her seemed to be very angry. “You turned the court banquet into a damn circus show. Have you no shame?”

 

“That girl was asking for it. What did you want me to do?”

 

“Did you fight with her just cause she asked you a question? Why don’t you pick a fight with the entire world then?”

 

“You weren’t even there, so what do you know? Right, it must’ve been your little sister that told you. Of course, she must have chosen her side again. She always does.”

 

The woman gave a bitter laugh, the air turning sullen.

 

“Watch your mouth.”

 

“Oh, don’t deny it, you know it’s true. And what if I don’t watch my mouth? Will you hit me? Don’t even joke around, because we both know you won’t.”

 

I was starting to worry a little for the woman.

 

She was deliberately targeting her opponent’s weak spots, his rage already reaching its breaking point. The harsh breaths he took was the only sound that could be heard in this dark and empty room.

 

“You’re such a bad f**king girl.”

 

“And you’re so handsome,” she swooned, ridicule but also honesty honeying her sweet voice.

 

“Consider it an honor then, if you’re willing to admit it.”

 

“Hah! An honor? You?”

 

“Anything you’re dissatisfied with? Tell me, since I’m your so-called husband.”

 

“I’m dissatisfied with your existence itself.”

 

dissatisfied with your existence, you

 

The mood was strange.

 

couldn’t take

 

at each other before

 

chest to chest

 

my appearance you’re at least not

 

came out like that, it didn’t mean anything. There are a hell of a lot more

 

then?

 

“You’re a damn j*rk.”

 

right?” The man came closer, as if there was

 

you don’t participate

 

“Hell no!”

 

“Then I won’t either!”

 

through the man’s hair and dug her nails into the back of his

 

her size, but he went

 

I was, who these people were, and why I was here, as I took in the

 

breaths and desperate kissing filled the dark chamber. The only source of light came from the moon raining down on the couple clutching each other tightly and hungrily devouring one

 

macabre. Sad and hopeless

 

woman’s eyes turned to

 

I was only a ghost in this dream, after all. Someone

 

woman smiled at me—a meaningless, sad

 

in my chest broke and smashed into pieces. The face I hadn’t been able to see

 

The woman was me.

 

de Borgia, that’s

 

Then, that man is…

 

someone had turned me to stone. I

 

into darkness. The man and the woman vanished and I lost

 

***

 

shining right into my eyes had me twitching, trying to blink

 

came to me was the heavy feeling in my head. I tried to lift my hand, but it dropped down to the bed I was lying on

 

me here? What

 

broken fragments of my memories as I slowly woke up, I turned my eyes to my right, the

 

I wanted to cry.

 

and lying next to me, looking like he hadn’t just gone through hell and back, but there were no words coming from my dry

 

eyes leaving no part of his face untouched. He did

 

He looked miserable, though.

 

through his bangs, the movement taking everything out of me,

 

and hoarse, almost a whisper in the soft breeze. “Why didn’t you tell

 

felt like

 

had done in this life, all of it

 

like a stranger in my

 

just like him, the voice I answered him with was low and hoarse as well, a whisper

 

“What…?”

 

time. I’ve never really been me. All I was, was an illusion. Once it broke, everyone changed. It’s always been

 

something I knew very well, something that had revealed itself

 

me once they realized I wasn’t what they had wanted me to be. When my brother had had enough of my sniveling and groveling and breaking down, when I wasn’t the perfect

 

always been like

 

“Always.”

 

I knew it wasn’t me he was directing it at. “Were all the people

 

already in a situation where I’m hated without doing anything. I

 

his eye with my numb finger, gently at first until I pressed hard on

 

still kept on gazing at me with that same brokenhearted look

 

free, he could embrace me fully, enveloping me in his warmth, but

 

and burying my head in the juncture

 

my head felt

 

but I didn’t remember it at

 

it’s not your fault. It’s not always all about you,

 

suffering-from-main-character-disease arrogant

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